Luo Yu Mountain is 3,600 zhang high, the top of the mountain sits there is a magnificent imperial palace, high enough to raise your hand to touch the sky, there is Luo Yu Six Heavenly Palace around Gongwei.

This is the place where the Northern Ghost Emperor himself sits.

The young man in the white robe of Yunjin walked down the steps of the main hall with his hands in his hands, leaning against the railing of the cliff at the top of the mountain. The young man's facial features are clearly carved, his sword eyebrows are straight into his temples, his eyes are as bright as stars with indescribable warmth and peace, and his long hair like black forging is neatly erected in a bun, fluttering like a true immortal, not like a mortal.

It was the young man who was the owner of this Luo Yu City under his feet who calmly looked into the distance, and saw bursts of dazzling light erupting in the life and death ring the size of a sesame seed, and the young emperor asked lightly: "Which people have a grudge against each other this time?"

Behind the young man was followed by an old man in official uniform with white hair and meticulously combed, and the old man who was in charge of thousands of spies in Luo Yu City and the surrounding area knew everything, and quickly replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, it is the Yin Shuai Duo Evil Ghost King who ate the closed door soup before and the commander of the cave and secluded tribe who was stationed in the barren mountains three hundred miles outside the city yesterday. Please also ask Your Majesty to forgive me, the name of this commander is not yet known, only that it is a rare sword cultivator, and the humble position will let the spies below find out immediately. ”

I have to say that this old man's skills in chasing the wind and shadows are really perfect, Chang Xi and their warships have only been stationed on the barren mountain that night and then entered the city, less than eight or nine hours have passed, and they have been touched by the door only because of their skills, and the means are far from comparable to Xi'er, who has just peeked at the door.

The young man smiled and scolded: "Yao Chong, Yao Chong, I just asked casually, so there is no need to go online like this, you have to know that the people above move their mouths, and the people below run and break their legs, so there is no need for the spies to work hard anymore." ”

Yao Chong, who has always been known for his rigorous style, raised his hand and admonished: "Your Majesty, you are the body of the Northern Ghost Emperor, and when Chrysostom opens, you need to start with the word I." ”

The young man, who was free and easy by nature and did not like to be restrained, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Since I have already sat in the position of the Northern Ghost Emperor, how can I say that it is not up to me? ”

Just as this young man, who was different from the other ghost emperors, wanted to say a few more words, a sword roar suddenly sounded through the nine heavens from the distant life and death ring, and there was a high-pitched dragon groan of anger hidden in it.

The Northern Ghost Emperor's face suddenly became solemn, and he looked at the direction of the life and death arena from afar, and immediately whispered: "Elder Yao, I want all the information about this sword cultivation, immediately." ”

Yao Chong bowed in response, and the next moment his figure had already dissipated.

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The multi-evil ghost king who was abruptly deprived of the spiritual power of the earth attribute was really a ghost, and the heaven and earth aura that obeyed his orders on weekdays was like a child in the rebellious period at the moment, no matter how he urged it, he didn't react at all.

Cautious, he didn't choose to continue to use the hob technique, but chose to pull away first and continue to figure out what was going on, so that he could feel at ease.

But apparently the young sword cultivator who had regained his freedom would not let him get his wish.

Chang Xi took the sword and began to run, at first the momentum was not loud, but as the sword steps under his feet became faster and faster, the footsteps on the entire life and death ring were dense like drumbeats, like thunder on the flat bottom.

Hundreds of feet away is no farther than a few feet away.

Chang Xi urged the sword intent of life and death to the extreme, and two sword qi that was extremely pure and like essence floated out of his side. The sword qi soared, two points four, four points eight, and in an instant, the dense sword qi hung high in the ring, and just one glance made all the onlookers gasp, and then the suspended sword in the sky was suddenly wrapped in a layer of thunder arc slurry, and hundreds of thunder swords were like rain in an instant.

The thunder of the sky is comparable to the power of the sky, and everyone is silent.

The Evil Ghost King, who had never had a hard time with Sword Cultivation, was shocked, not to mention the power of this thunderous sword qi in the sky, just this scene as if the end was coming made him feel that a catastrophe was coming.

The clothes pounding knife in the hand of the many evil ghost kings rose up with a heavy sword, and the powerful spiritual power collided with the thunder sword like rain, the domineering thunder arc and the cold sword qi made him suffer, and the clothes pounding knife was able to compete with it with the artifact grade and sword, but at this time, the god of the many evil ghost kings caught a white robe that had already rushed to his side!

Chang Xi's five fingers suddenly loosened, and the Cave Ghost Sword floated in place, his body dodging the door machete that slashed across like a swimming dragon, and when he looked up, he could see the hateful green-faced fangs of the Demon King.

The hazy golden dragon phantom of ink only had to be entrenched behind Chang Xi for a moment, and the sea of golden blood in his chest was already boiling like magma, the corners of Chang Xi's mouth were hideous and urged the destruction attack that Mo Lao taught him to the extreme, and the many evil ghost kings who were aroused also abandoned the clothes knife in his hand when he saw this, and two arms thicker than Chang Xi's body grew on his back, and the four arms with green muscles met Chang Xi's fierce fists.

Bang! Bang!

The two people in the ring did not have any plans and thoughts to avoid their edge, and the fierce wind stirred up by the fierce collision blew the people who were slightly closer to the ring to the ground, and the two figures, one large and one small, wrestled in the most primitive way, and countless cracks inevitably appeared on the surface of the ring, and this almost brutal collision was extremely shocking.

As a handsome many, the evil ghost king really feels like he is fighting against a mountain.

His tall and burly body has also gone through a lot of bloody battles, this little man's palms and fists are often millions of catties, although there are also millions of catties in the refining power of the God Realm, but this little man's sword cultivation is obviously a little weird, fists, elbows, shoulders and knees are all fighting weapons, not to mention exchanging injuries for injuries, and it is not a random fight, especially the true intention of punching and lying on the bull to gather strength to explode at a point, hitting him, it really hurts in the heart.

One was not paying attention to being smashed half of his shoulder, and the evil ghost king was immediately at a disadvantage, knowing that he couldn't drag it any longer, he suddenly became ruthless, looked at the empty block, and kicked Chang Xi's abdomen with a foot of seven or eight hundred thousand catties, Chang Xi's offensive was suddenly scattered, his footsteps staggered backwards, and the ground around the ring lady suddenly cracked like a spider web, Chang Xi stepped out of a deep pit in one step, and his qi was disordered like an oil pot.

The Demon King immediately took out a quaint bell from the storage bag, and seemed to hesitate for a moment because of the great cost of urging the bell, but the next moment he gritted his teeth, urged his spiritual power, and shook the magic weapon bell.

The young monk with his palms folded under the ring whispered, "The Soul Bell..."

The soul bell shook gently, and bursts of weird bells rippled in the ring, this kind of breathtaking bell sound wave was deliberately suppressed in a small area by the Evil Ghost King, the weird sound wave could almost be seen with the naked eye, and the wisps of sonic silk threads were porous, like a snake madly drilling into Chang Xi's seven orifices.

Chang Xi's originally hideous face began to become unnatural, and the two iron fists that were clenched involuntarily let go.

Daqing, who was watching the battle in the audience, suddenly turned pale, if this was taken by the sound wave of the soul bell, then Chang Xi, who fell into the hands of the Demon King, would definitely die!

"Hmph, in the end, you still can't escape Ben Shuai's calculations. "The face of the Evil Ghost King is a little pale, urging this soul bell requires sacrificing a trace of soul and soul, the price is not small, but it is ten million times stronger than losing face under this little white face.

The Evil Ghost King, who felt that he was in his hands, walked in front of Chang Xi, who looked blank, glanced at the captain of the guard who was watching coldly not far away and did not intend to stop, and stretched out his hand with a cruel smile, intending to twist the neck of the sword cultivator who was no one in his eyes with one hand, and then take the black sword into his pocket, this trip can be regarded as a great gain.

Just as he was clenching Chang Xi's neck, which was not as thick as his thumb, he inadvertently met the indifferent gaze of the golden dragon phantom, and he was stunned for no reason.

At first, the Demon King thought it was just Jiao, but when he looked closely, it didn't seem to be...

A jade-colored palm landed on his wrist, and the white-robed sword cultivator who was choked by his throat slowly raised his head.

In the disbelief gaze of the Demon King, the silver cross star disappeared and was replaced by a majestic golden yellow.

Chang Xi suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted, the golden dragon phantom behind him let out a high-pitched dragon roar full of anger, and the hideous aura lines like living creatures instantly clinged to his neck and face, shaking the strange sonic silk thread of the dementor bell in his body into nothingness.

The Evil Ghost King, who was close at hand, was shocked by the sudden mighty dragon might, and his pupils dilated, and he muttered with a deep sense of fear as the last shred of reason was gone.

"Really... True Dragon Dragon... How is that possible?"

Chang Xi broke free from the restraints, raised his hand again, and the Dongyou Sword fell on his hand, and the sword fell in his hand.

A large head with green fangs rolled off.